Overheard
In 1923, when I was ten years old, my family lived in a duplex in a blue-collar neighborhood of Newark, New Jersey. Our coal furnace was banked at night, so it was very cold on most of the winter mornings.
Despite the cold, certain mornings got me out of bed early. Those were times Grandpa left for work early, and Grandma always made his hearty breakfast to ...
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